Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: Ok, this is an attempt to break my writers block and produce a Christmas oneshot, so it might not be up to it's usual standard.

Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: Ok, this is an attempt to break my writers block and produce a Christmas oneshot, so it might not be up to it's usual standard.

Jutra looked sadly out at the snow-covered plains of Oras and sighed. This would be the second Mid-Winter festival that her husband Gor was having to serve at the Desmurian Ty factory in the desolate dragon lands of Ardon. Just another conscript soldier in the vast armies of the Orc Empire.

A bitter look crossed her face and she looked out across the Oras plains once more. According to her brother Naffog, the humans called mid-winter festival Christmas, and it was supposed to be a time for families.

Well the Orc Empire had no time for families, or compassion, or anything like that. And General Mandek was one of the worst Generals in the Orc army, forever driving his troops into one mass-up to another and forever refusing to allow his men any time for families. Her two sons, Shakgor and Rotrunt missed their daddy, but according to General Mandek, that wasn't a good enough reason.

Oh how she hated him for that! If she could, Jutra would have ripped General Mandek's manhood off, just to start with. Turning the lamps off, she turned and headed up to bed.

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Gor nervously licked his lips. It had been a long time since he'd stood on this doorstep. One of the few survivors of the attack on the Desmurian Ty factory, he hadn't recovered in time to take any further part in the campaign, for which he was glad. By all accounts, General Mandek had made a thorough mess of the entire campaign.

Which didn't really surprise Gor, Mandek's complete lack of skills in the tactics department was considered to be a standing joke for the soldiers under his command. Raising his hand, he knocked on the door.

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Jutra was halfway up the stairs when she heard the knocking on the door. With a growl, she turned and stomped down the stairs.

"Who the hell is calling at this time of night?" she grumbled, as she undid the lock.

"What the h-" Jutra's voice trailed off as her eyes met those of her husband.

"Hello Jutra," Gor said with a small smile. "Happy Mid-Winter festival."

Jutra grabbed him and hugged him hard.

"Perhaps the better words would be happy Christmas," she replied and kissed him hard. This was the best Mid-Winter festival she'd had in years.